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March Round-up

All things reading and writing.

Reading:

I actually read a few books, mostly because I put them on hold through Overdrive and needed to return them eventually. But books are books, right?

 

Writing:

Well, numbers-wise, this month was a little better than last, but that’s only because of the last week. I wrote 6,453 since March 23 and didn’t even write every day. Suspiciously enough, I started taking a new med for ADHD right around that time. I haven’t been diagnosed with ADHD, but my bipolar is messing with my focus just the same. Maybe it’s working? I’m not questioning it since I’ve actually gotten something done. I’ll wait and see how April goes. 7,923 words for the month.

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YTD total: 25,928

Streak: Still going strong with journaling at 821 days (since January 1, 2017)!

Editing/Finishing:

Hey, I actually did some of this. I edited a story I wrote for the First Kisses that Never Happened series of Girl Genius fanfics. I tried to edit another story from the series or some of the chapters of Heaven Can’t Wait that are written but couldn’t get myself to do it. Sigh. But one story is better than none, right?

Posting:

Uncalled For Actions (Girl Genius)

Fate in a Bottle (Girl Genius)

Uncalled For Actions (12/?)

Days 78 – 84 of the experiment.

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“That is the most important question,” Seffie said excitedly.

“Yes, Seffie, it really is,” Gil slurred.

They all stared at him, waiting for the big reveal, but Gil only slumped over, his mouth slightly ajar as he started to snore. Tarvek pinched the bridge of his nose in exasperation then smacked Gil’s leg hard enough to jolt him awake.

Gil shot upright, blinking around the room before finally squinting at Tarvek.

Barkley stepped between them before any punches were thrown. “Master Gilgamesh, you were about to tell us who poisoned you?”

“You really have to ask?”

Barkley looked at the other children then nodded. “We won’t know unless you tell us, correct?”

Gil fell back on the bed again. “When in the den of thieves-”

“Wait,” Tarvek said, “are you saying we did this to you?”

“Why would Father poison the Baron’s apprentice?” asked Anevka, brow furrowed. “Politically, it would be suicide–the Baron would lock Balan’s Gap down hard until they found the culprit. I’ve seen it happen in other towns for less important people.”

Gil rolled to the side, shoulders shaking, and for a moment, Tarvek thought he was going to be sick all over the bed, but then he sat up, giggling. Read more…

Six Sentences on Sunday

sixsentences~*~Each Sunday, post six sentences from a writing project — published, in progress, for your cat — whatever.~*~

From Uncalled For Actions:

“You always told me to watch him and report any suspicious activity,“ Violetta said.

“And earlier I told you to stay away from him–he’s dangerous, and I don’t have time to keep you from getting hurt.”

Anger bubbled up from a well deep inside that she fought constantly to keep capped. She launched herself at Tarvek, slamming into his back, nearly taking him to the ground. “I don’t need you to protect me; I can take care of myself like I always do.”

“Fine, go take care of yourself somewhere else.”

 

Uncalled For Actions (11/?)

Days 71 – 77 of the experiment.

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Everyone at the table turned to him nervously. Damn, I said that out loud again. He tilted his head, waiting for someone to say something before he realized that he didn’t say that out loud this time.

The Smoke Knight–that’s what he’d been trying to remember.

He found Tarvek amid the blobs of color which was considerably difficult when 90% of them had the same bright red hair. “You have really strong genetics,” he told the red blob across from him.

“What?”

Gil shook his head, not helping clear it in the least, but it did manage to jumble some words into a coherent sentence. “This is your fault.”

“My fault that you’re drunk,” he said with more than a little hint of smugness.

“Not drunk; drugged,” Gil slurred pointing his finger at Tarvek except it wasn’t his finger; it was a sprig of mint from dessert, and he was actually pointing it at the small girl sitting next to Tarvek who seemed unfazed by Gil’s absurd behavior.

He cleared his throat, dropped the mint then directed his attention back to his original target. “Why did you do this to me?”

Tarvek scowled back; at least Gil thought he did because he was still just a blob–probably a pretentious, smug looking blob but still a blob.

The room was too bright and too loud and too quiet–little whispers everywhere–and too hard and too spinny. Gil stumbled to his feet, his chair slamming into a waiter who dropped his bottle of wine with a loud crash that got even more attention.

“I think I’m going to be sick,” Gil mumbled then tripped over his own feet, landing in Seffie’s surprised lap. He gave her a goofy, lop-sided grin. “Oops.” Read more…

Girl Genius fic: Fate in a Bottle

When Gil left for university, he knew it would be filled with wondrous new experiences. He just never thought he’d be trapped in a room with a dozen students, Tarvek Sturmvoraus, and a mysterious bottle on the floor.

2,164 words | [PG-13]


“Okay, mes cheris,” Colette said, clapping her hands, “everyone take a seat in a circle—it’s time to play a game.” She went around the room, closing the curtains and tossing pillows onto the floor.

The other students giggled and got comfortable. Gil just stood there, confused. Across the room, Tarvek looked equally baffled.

“Come on, boys, don’t be shy.”

Colette’s words were soft and friendly, but there was an edge of an order to them, and no one argued with the Master’s daughter. Gil dutifully plopped down on a pillow. Tarvek took a little more convincing by the hushed but tense conversation he had with Colette. Eventually, he sat, too. Colette always got her way. He definitely didn’t look happy about it, though. Or maybe it was just Gil he was unhappy with because he hadn’t stopped glaring across the circle since he entered the room a few minutes after Gil.

Gil swallowed hard and turned his attention to the game, trying to suss out the rules before they started. The group of about twenty students, equal numbers of boys and girls, gathered in the circle on their pillows. An empty glass bottle sat in the center of the circle. Gil couldn’t guess what it was for.

Colette took center stage. “All right people, settle down. Settle down!” The noise instantly ceased causing Colette to smile. “All right, you know the rules, so let’s keep this fair. No drama-”

Gil slowly raised his hand, knowing he was probably going to regret this but needing to know the answer more.

Colette paused her instructions. “Yes, Gilgamesh?”

“Um, I don’t actually know the rules.” Read more…

Uncalled For Actions (10/?)

Days 64 – 70 of the experiment.

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“This one time my f-” Gil started to say but snapped his jaw shut at the same moment Tarvek said, “what would you know about it? You don’t even have any parents.”

“Tarvek!” Anevka said with a gasp then smacked his arm.

Gil only blinked back, the fog in his head clearing just enough to realize his near-fatal mistake–had he really been about to name the Baron as his father?

His hand came up to rub at the sore spot on his neck. That damn Smoke Knight, he thought, brow furrowing, what did she do to me?

“What?” Tarvek said, glaring at his sister. “He’s an orphan–everyone already knows that.”

He shot Gil a challenging look–almost as if begging Gil to prove him wrong, and just like that, Gil was eight-years-old, digging through files in the Baron’s vault on a stormy night with the lightning making gruesome shadows in dark corners. They’d thought themselves clever, but they had no idea how that one adventure would change their lives forever.

The story they’d found in his file that night had been a sucker punch to an already broken boy, but Tarvek hadn’t believed a word of it.

It was days or weeks later when Gil finally processed everything that had happened from the moment they concocted their ill-fated and obviously fool-hearty plan to the crushing despair of learning about his supposed embarrassing past to Tarvek being hauled into the office where the Baron had just informed Gil that his best friend was just using him to gather information for his duplicitous family. Read more…

Uncalled For Actions (9/?)

Days 57 – 63 of the experiment.

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“He should probably loosen up.”

Anevka removed the glass of disputed wine, handing it to the waiter pouring new glasses of red wine. “Tarvek has been loose enough today, don’t you think?”

“I’m sure he could be looser; he used to be a lot of fun when we were kids,” Gil said without thinking.

“Wait,” said Seffie, “Tarvek was fun? I find that hard to believe–old stuffy-pants wouldn’t know fun if it smacked that annoying, smug look he always has off his boring face.”

Gil nodded, taking a sip of his new glass of wine. “Oh, yeah, we used to have tons of fun.” He scratched his head with a frown into the red liquid. “I wonder what happened?”

Tarvek growled; his grip on his fork turning white while his face flushed darker than his hair. “Oh, I don’t know,” he said, jaw clenched tight. “Might have something to do with being betrayed and sent home in disgrace after just nine months.”

A sudden burst of shame shot through Gil. “Right,” he mumbled. He felt sick to his stomach that had nothing to do with his foggy brain and sudden lack of taste buds. Had he really just said that out loud and in front of Tarvek? What was he thinking?

Gil slid his arm from around Seffie, setting her back on her own chair. She glanced between the two of them, a hungry look in her eyes. “Ooh, this sounds juicy–what aren’t you telling me?” Read more…

March Goals

Recap from February:

Reading: Well, I did finally finish the book, but since I did it on the last day of the month, I haven’t gotten around to starting a new one. C
Writing: Did my journal every day but got horribly behind in my sentences then gave up half way through the month thanks to my mood/energy issues. D
Finishing/Editing: I didn’t even manage to finish the chapters of Uncalled For Actions I should have because I’m so far behind. Didn’t work on anything else. F
Posting: I guess I posted a chapter of Uncalled For so that counts. Right? A

Horrible month for everything. The chronic fatigue and depression are slowly killing me. I’ve gotten nothing done, and honestly, don’t care that much most of the time. D+


March Goals:

Reading:

  • read 4 books

Writing:

  • write every day in my writing journal/keep my streak going
  • write my sentences needed for each day
  • catch up on Uncalled For Actions

Finishing/Editing:

  • finish at least one story (editing optional)
  • edit at least one story (posting optional)

Posting:

  • post a story or chapter

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